Jeff
Piles upon piles of scrap cluttered the worn down rooms of Jeff's home, dozens if not hundreds of beer cans forming small hills behind and between the furniture. Jeff threw a cigarette butt into a slightly out of reach, half-empty liquor glass as it added itself to the swarm of similar looking objects which covered the dark fluid's surface. He lit himself another cigarette.
The liquid in the half-empty glass darkened a little further.
A grey cloud of cigarette smoke hung on the upper half of the room, clinching to the wooden ceiling like attempting to hide what laid beyond. Jeff didn't bother to open a window, since the cloud would just reappear anyways. He felt like Sisyphus, rolling his smoke-rock up an endless, steep sloped mountain.
Except his life was all slopes, and they somehow kept getting steeper.
Jeff zipped across different TV programs, nothing really catching his attention as he continued scrolling through an endless seeming stream of reboots and remakes of the same old shows. He sighed, drowned another cigarette in a glass nearby. Jeff made sure to keep track of which his current drinking glass was. He hadn't paid attention to it once, would not make that mistake again.
The room was ill lit, heavy curtains guarding in front of the windows like the heroes they were. They acted as a border between him and the outside world. He lit another cigarette, pulled on it.
The bell rang.
Jeff hesitated for a moment while holding in the smoke, then exhaled in light confusion. He got up, walked along the small path he had left open between the cans and other rubbish. He opened the door, the smoke cloud partly escaping to the outside world as he did.
He looked down, seeing a rather young male around the age of maybe 15 or 16. He coughed while rummaging around in a bag way too big for his size.
"Good evening, mister Grimes."
"Evening?" Jeff sighed, said, "Listen kid, I already said you more than enough times that I don't want your fucking advert... oh."
The 'kid' had pulled a letter out of his bag, held it in Jeff's direction. Jeff recognized the printed-on logo right away. Black letters red the abbreviation 'C.U.A'. He had almost forgotten about that application he had sent there a while ago.
Jeff hesitated, then frowned.
"Is this some kind of poor joke? Getting the hopes of the ex-officer up?" He snatched the letter out of the kid's hand, examined it further.
The kid shook his head. "The address and everything is legit, that's all I know."
Jeff scratched his not so short anymore moustache – which had gotten a little more bristly over the last few months.
"Well... thanks."
"No problem mis-"
Jeff slammed the door shut before he could hear the rest of the kid's sentence. He rapidly crossed over to his kitchen, wiped some empty cans off the counter to open up some space. He grabbed a nearby knife, opened up the letter with hurried care.
He pulled out the piece of paper, unfolded it with briefly shaking hands. His eyes danced over the words, took in the message delivered by them.
YOU ARE READING
Sinner's Game
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